Cut after cut.

Song Wanrou took the black knife that had pierced my chest and, under the guidance of the scarred man, cut my skin.

Over the years, I'd long since grown accustomed to the pain of skin cutting.

Last year, when Grandma peeled off the entire skin from my back, I didn't even feel a thing.

But now.

I felt a piercing pain!

With every inch the black knife sliced through, the pain I felt was ten times or even a hundred times more intense than the first time my skin was cut.

My consciousness was already hazy.

After only a few cuts, I was completely unconscious.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

When I regained consciousness, everything was pitch black.

Muffled sounds echoed from above me. Muffled, powerful, the unmistakable sound of something being struck.

At the same time, a horrible pain washed over me.

The strong smell of blood filled my nose. But strangely, I could still feel countless knives cutting into my flesh.

It must be Song Wanrou, still tampering with me.

She'll never let me die!

That's right, I subconsciously felt that I was already dead.

Song Wanrou wouldn't let me live.

"Well, now I've become a ghost, a perfect opportunity for revenge!"

I felt no resentment, no regrets, only a raging rage.

I wanted nothing more than to tear Song Wanrou into pieces, drink her blood, and eat her flesh.

Avenge my grandmother!

However,

Just as I was cursing inwardly, a loud shout suddenly rang out.

"Open your eyes, and watch the time!"

"Eighteen coffin nails, nail them down the first second of this boy's birthday, or the young lady's important event will be delayed."

These words suddenly dawned on me.

I was in a coffin!

Song Wanrou, indeed, wouldn't let me go even in death.

Wanting to fulfill her wish with my death?

Dream on! Those people outside are aiding and abetting the evil, and they deserve death.

"Alright, I'll sacrifice you first!"

Grandma said, "I'm a demon that only the King of Hell can subdue!"

Alright!

Now that I'm a demon, I might as well be the most ferocious and vicious of them all.

Bearing the horrific pain in my body, I gritted my teeth and rose.

I wanted to burst out of the coffin and start a killing spree!

But...

As soon as I stood up, I heard a loud thud, and a sharp pain shot through my head.

At the same time, the sounds outside the coffin suddenly died down.

But only for a second or two, then a terrifying scream echoed.

"He's...he's resurrected!"

Instantly, chaos erupted outside the coffin!

But only for a moment, and another roar rang out.

"What are you panicking about? He's just a country bumpkin, what can he do if he resurrects?"

"Besides, we have the magic weapon the sorcerer gave us to prevent him from resurrecting. Hold the coffin down, damn it!"

"You've ruined the young lady's business. I don't need to remind you how awful this is!"

Bang!

As the roar faded, a loud thud echoed, and someone jumped onto the coffin.

Followed by a stream of curses.

"That's right, what can a country bumpkin do? I have strong yang energy. Even if he becomes a ghost or resurrects, I'm not afraid!"

"Young lady, if this goes through, we can all live comfortably for the rest of our lives!"

"Shit! Only one hour left. The sorcerer said, the coffin is sealed, and this country bumpkin will never get up again!"

Followed by this, the loud thuds continued.

More and more people jumped onto the coffin.

At that moment, I came back to my senses.

Being a ghost or resurrecting a corpse didn't matter. I must get out, I must seek revenge.

I must make Song Wanrou and the entire Song family suffer from unrest for generations to come!

Regardless of anything else, I desperately pushed against the coffin lid, banging against it with all my might.

The resounding thuds of "dong dong dong" continued.

The people on the coffins also cried out in shock and horror!

But...

There were too many people on the coffins!

I was too weak now.

And the stabbing pain, like a maggot clinging to my bones, continued to resonate.

Not only was the pain unbearable, it seemed to be threatening to shatter my soul.

My strength gradually waned.

The people on the coffins also gradually calmed down from their initial panic.

Finally, it turned to mockery. "A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin, even if he's dead, he's still useless!"

"Damn it! I never thought I, Zhou Wu, would be able to subdue a demon and exorcise a monster in my lifetime. It was worth it!"

"I heard his grandmother was some kind of expert? But she was still tricked to death by this master, haha?"

The laughter made my eyes burst open.

Suddenly, just as I gritted my teeth, ready to give it my last bit of strength,

the laughter from the coffin suddenly died.

Then, a scream suddenly erupted again.

"Look, what is that?"

"Ah!!! Monster! Run! Run!"

In the blink of an eye, chaos erupted outside the coffin.

Screams of terror and the sounds of panicked flight echoed.

Just by listening to the sound, I could imagine the people outside the coffin pissing themselves in fear.

In just two or three seconds, it seemed as if everyone on the coffin lid had fled. "Fuck! Stop right there! Use the magic weapon the mage gave you!" A few seconds later, a furious shout echoed.

Boom!

Then, it felt like a bolt of thunder crashed down.

A dazzling flash of light, accompanied by a roar, flashed through the cracks in the coffin lid.

Followed by more shouts.

Followed by a continuous rumble of thunder, explosions, and tremors.

White, red, and green flashes also emanated from the cracks in the coffin lid.

But, as quickly as these noises came, they vanished.

In a moment, the strange rumblings vanished.

Followed by another wave of terrified screams.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's useless! The magic weapon the mage gave me is useless!"

"I quit! Everyone, run!"

The sound of chaotic footsteps swiftly disappeared.

This time, no one shouted. Everyone outside the coffin fled for their lives.

In the blink of an eye, complete silence fell outside the coffin.

Not a sound could be heard.

Bang!

A moment later, muffled thuds echoed from the coffin lid.

Eighteen in a row.

After the muffled thuds ceased, the coffin lid shook.

Then, a tremendous force descended upon it.

With a bang, the coffin lid flew completely off!

The dim moonlight fell upon my face.

After a moment's pause, I quickly sat up from the coffin and turned to look around.

Instantly, I was stunned again.

I was now, in the mass grave on the hill behind our village.

And all those graves I'd dug and the tombstones I'd erected on every birthday over the years were all around me, tightly encircling me.

But now, every grave was open.

Judging from the soil, it looked like they were being opened from the inside out. Something had emerged from the graves that Grandma had dug every year.

But I knew full well that those fourteen graves were completely empty.

How could anything emerge from an empty grave?

And what had scared away Song Wanrou's lackeys must have been something that had emerged from a grave.

I couldn't help but look around in confusion.

The entire mass grave was a mess.

Some areas looked like they had been struck by lightning, others like detonators.

Still, a sea of blood!

And not far away, beneath the pitch-black night sky,

an old Taoist priest, disheveled and patched in his tattered robe, stared at me motionlessly!

But his eyes were pale.

There were no pupils!

"The King of Hell suppresses the ghosts, humans wear dragon skins. Phoenix blood illuminates the soul, and yin and yang are reversed. The sky and the sea are full, deceiving the gods and ghosts. Good tricks, good tricks!"

"Alas, the work is in vain, and there is no recovery!"

The old Taoist priest's mutterings faintly reached my ears.